All language subtitles for Homeland.S01E07.720p.BluRay.x265

Air and naval forces
of the United States...

launched a series of strikes
against terrorist facilities--

Pan Am Flight 103 crashed
into the town of Lockerbie.

He has sanctioned
acts of terror in Africa,
Europe and the Middle East.

This will not stand,
this aggression against Kuwait.

...his relentless pursuit
of terror.

- We will make no distinction-
- The U.S.S. Cole
was attacked while refueling--

Τhis was an act of terrorism.

It was a despicable
and cowardly act.

Τhe next number
we're gonna play for you is
one of the good oI' favorites.

- ...until something stops him.

I-I'm just making sure
we don't get hit again.

We got a plane crashed
into the World Trade Center.

...thousands of people running--

We must, and we will,

remain vigilant
at home and abroad.

What the fuck
are you doing?

Fuck! I missed
something once before.

I won't--
I can't let that happen again.

It was 10 years ago.
Everyone missed something
that day.

Yeah, everyone is not me.

Once you've gotten
to this position.

Previously on Homeland.

You still haven't produced
a single lead connecting
Sergeant Brody...

to any plot against America.
You need to take down
that surveillance.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Hey, I know you.

- We're on to the next case.
- Find this man, Raquim Faisel.

-Τhey followed me
to this house.
-No one knows we're living here.

- I still think we should leave.
- Someone must have
found out about the house.

Ηow?
I don't know.

- Where are we going?
- Someplace safe.

We should
turn ourselves in.
No!

Three days ago
we were about to
tell your kids.

- I mean, we were talking about
moving in together.
- He's my husband, Mike.

You were my friend!
You--

Ηey, if you don't slow down,
I'm never gonna be able
to catch up.

Uh-huh!

- Ηave you ever been
unfaithful to your wife?
- No.

- He's lying,
- He passed the polygraph.

Get in.

Help you?
Ticket to Mexico.

Lot of cities in Mexico.

Tampico? León?

Next bus to Mexico,
whatever that is.

Beaumont to Monterrey.

Τransfer in Nuevo Laredo.
Sounds like a winner.

So why am I here?

I don't know.
You just got in my car.

Well, I couldn't have gotten in
if you didn't stop for me.

True.

So, did I pass?
The polygraph? Yeah.

Flying colors.

So you won't be
hauling me in again
next week?

Not that I know of.

I'm taking some time--

from home.

From Jess.
Is that right?

She was fucking someone.

I'm sorry.

So what exactly are we doing?

Well, I'd like a drink.
Or three.

All right.
Swanky or hole-in-the-wall?

I don't like
the word "hole" anymore.

Right.
But I do like a good dive.

♪♪

The more I drink,
the worse I play.

That's not happening to you.

I know. Pissed off
all my college
boyfriends too.

All of them?
Both of them.

Fuck me.

- Two out of three?
- Buy me another, you're on.

- Cuervo?
- Τequila Revolucion,
Silver, no lime.

Oh, you like
your clear liquors.

What's up, chief?
You want a ride?

I got one.

What, Opie over there?

"88," huh?

Yeah, it's my jersey number
from high school.

Or code for H.H.,
eighth letter
of the alphabet.

"Heil Hitler."

You're not just
a pretty face, are you?

You guys are White Nation,
huh? That's cool.

It's Aryan pride, baby.
So what's the plan?

Like, world domination?

- Yeah, that's right.
- Anytime soon?

You wanna hear about it?
You can come outside.
We got a van.

Ηell yeah.
I love sucking Nazi dick.

You know, I don't like
people fucking with me.
Well, who does?

- Who does like people
fucking with them?
- Hey, is there a problem?

- Yeah, the problem is
this mouthy bitch.
- Hey, look.

Are we okay here?

Huh?

So is there, like,
a supremacist fist bump?

- What are you,
a fucking moron?
- Bitch!

Oh, God!
Get those fuckers!

- Oh, shit!
- Don't let that bitch
out of here!

Fucking lunatic!

I gotta unlock it.

Okay, get in.
Open.

Fuck you, bitch!
Go, go!

Come back here,
you fucking whore!
Fucking bitch!

You are a dangerous
fucking drunk.

Τhanks.
It's not a compliment.

My hand.

Oh, God.

Okay. Okay. Where now?

Well, I have a cabin.
Or my family does.

I've been meaning to get there.

Sounds like the stars
have aligned.

l-95. Hit it!

Final touches, hon.

All smooth.

There. You're done.

Dana, you're up.

So, I'm thinking layers.

Like, maybe really cut it
to my shoulders
or something.

Okay.

Where's Dad?

He's taking
the weekend away.

Why?

Dana-
He knows about you and Mike.

Yeah.
Jesus, Ma.

Dana, I thought I was a widow.
Our situation was very unusual.

Yeah, so you gave up on him
and went whoring out
with his best friend.

You cannot talk to me
like that!

And now, Mom,
it's royally fucked up.

Enough with the language
and the attitude.
Or what?

Or you're grounded.

Yeah, right.
Starting right now.

The whole weekend,
you're home.

I got a line
on our runaway terrorist.

Τhe one whose boyfriend
got iced in the motel?

She stole a car outside
of Columbus last night.

Just turned up
in Beaumont, Texas.

Woman fitting her description
bought a one-way
bus ticket, cash.

Due to cross the border
late tonight.

We believe Nazir's people
killed her boyfriend, Faisel,
and I think she'll give 'em up.

- Texas agents
can intercept the bus.
- I want to go.

- You want to go to Mexico?
- Bring her back myself.

One-on-one.
You can talk to her here.

Put her in a room
with a bunch of suits,
she'll go silent.

David, I get this girl.

I've spent the last three days
figuring her out.

I can get her to talk.

F.B.I.'s gotta
escort you.
Fine.

As long as they keep
their fucking distance.

David.

Trust me.

Wow. I like it.
Yeah, it's old school.

No A.C., build your own fire,
like that.

Yeah, it's perfect.

Where is the fucking key?

Excuse me.

Ηello?
Maggie, it's me.

- Hi.
- Um, hey, just curious.

Um, which rock do we keep
the cabin key under?

- You're at the cabin?
- Uh, no, I'm home.

Just, uh, wondering
about, uh, the key.

Carrie, what's going on?

Uh, nothing.
Nothing at all.

You were supposed to come over
tonight and get your meds.

I'm gonna do that Monday.

You don't have a pill
for tomorrow or Sunday.

No, I have one Ieft.
I'm fine.

Well, you sound drunk.

Drunk?

Shh.

I am actually at the cabin.

With who?

Uh, no one. I'm a-alone.

I'm meditating.

Okay. Look.
Take your pill tomorrow,
and then come over Sunday night.

No skipping.
Okay, promise.

Okay.

Uh, so, the key?

It's in the old stove.
Oh!

Right. Stupid.
I remember.
Okay. Um, thanks.

Ηey, look.
I'm at the open house
at the girls' school, but--

Oh, great.
Have fun.

I'll drop everything and leave
if you're in trouble.

Uh, okay.
I'll see you Sunday.

Okay.

Everything okay?
Yeah. Wait.

Wait here.

What you looking at?

A star.

Wait an hour.
You'll see thousands.

I just need one.

I'd ask you what
you were wishing for, but--

What?

How would I know if you were
telling the truth?

Oh, the polygraph.

"Ηave you been faithful
to your wife,
Sergeant Brody?"

"Yes, I have."

And hours before,
I was climbing
all over you.

Did you learn that
over there?
The climbing?

No.

How to beat the box.

Well, I had to lie sometimes
to save my life.

Maybe I became
an expert.

How'd you resist
cooperating?

I mean, you're in a hole.
They're beating you.

Carrie, I don't want to
talk about it.

Sorry.

You're a pretty good
drinking buddy.

I got a little carried away
with the Nazis.

Well, I figure
we're safe here.

Yeah, unless my sister
sends in the dogs.

I've been thinking about you.

Yeah?

And last night.

Mmm.

Parking lot sex.

Classy.

Can we graduate to cabin sex?

Ow.
Ow.

Man Speaking Spanish ]

Τranquilos.

Τranquilos.

Tranquilos. Τranquilos.
Tranquilos.

Hi, Aileen.

Who are you?

Your ride.

Unless you prefer
the Federales.

Yes, we have company.

In case you try to bolt,
the feds are there.

Of course,
I told them you weren't
dumb enough to do that.

So we're headed to
McLean, Virginia.

Should take us 30 hours.

I got what they call
a heavy foot, so maybe 25.

And then I turn you over-
to the F.B.I.

Who, frankly,

are chomping on the bit
to put you away, Aileen.

See, they frown on terrorists.

And, in particular,
privileged, wealthy
American terrorists.

I'm looking forward
to the drive actually.

I've had some upheaval at home.

Could use some peace, quiet.

You're obliging me
with that,
so thank you.

I'll just say this--

We could talk things out,
you and I.

Come to an understanding.

But once we get to D.C.,
the feds step in,
and I move on.

And how you're treated
and what you're
charged with--

all that--

it's quite out of my hands.

So... food for thought.

Morning.

Morning.

God, it's so nice down here.

Yeah.

I overdid it
last night.

Me too.
No more booze today.

No.

Ah.

Look.
I know.

This was crazy.

I should call home.

Yeah.
I should go home actually.

Sure. Okay.
We can head back.

I love the water.
Mm-hmm.

There's actually
a really beautiful
waterfall out there.

My sister and I
would hike to it
every day in the summer,

take our compasses
and notebooks,

play Lewis and Clark.

Not only did
your cohorts turn on you
and blow away your boyfriend--

Faisel was
your boyfriend, right?

Not only that.
Now they're after you.

You're as safe as you've been
in two days riding with me.

What was the plan,
Aileen?

Why'd you buy that house
under the flight path?

Tell me that.

And tell me who's out there
working on plan B.

Then I can help you.
Bullshit.

She speaks.

Must have learned Arabic
growing up.

Riyadh, right?

I know those compounds.
Rich oilmen
and their families,

blocking out the world
with those great walls,

living like desert kings.

The pools, the gardens.

Never mind
the desperate people
outside the walls.

The guest workers...

limping along the road.

Kids with no shoes, shirts.

Kids like Faisel.

You met there, right?

As kids?

He was 13.
You were 15.

Somehow, between you
being shuttled to that
fancy American school...

and him laboring each day
for $1.10 a week,

you and Faisel
found each other.

Ηe had a horse.

We would ride.

Did you love him then,
or did that come later?

You don't know me.

So were you
Lewis or Clark?
Oh, had to be Lewis.

Why?
I liked the name Meriwether.

So you were an adventurer
even as a kid?

Yeah, I never really
fantasized about New York
or a corner office.

It was always, like,
Nepal or Uganda.

How long were you in Baghdad?

A couple three-year stints.

What happened out there?
What didn't happen?

What sent you
to that support group?

I lost someone.

My translator.

Were you with him?

Uh, he was protecting me.

Τrying.

But this mob just got crazy.

And they hung him
from a bridge.

I was... pinned down.

I couldn't--
Yeah.

It's hard to find people
to talk to about it.

Ηow about your wife?

It's like she doesn't know
who I actually am now.

Well, maybe
it just takes time.

l--

I can't be with her.

No?

No, I just--

I just can't.

But I can with you.

We were drinking heavily.

No, but it's different
with you. It's, uh--

I don't know.
It's free.

As in I don't charge?

As in it's the first time
since I've been back that,

well, I found
some fucking peace.

Yeah.

Me too, actually.

Τhat's pretty rare for me.

So...

are we gonna
try this sober?

Τhe waterfall's just up here.

Concentration?

Okay, so your word must begin
with the last letter
of the word before it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's go.
Okay.

Concentration!
Concentration is the game.

Keep the rhythm.
Keep the rhythm just the same.

- Subject.
- Boys' names.

Xander.

Raphael.

Liam.
Mike.

Drink!
For the 10th time.

You suck at this game.

Mmm!

All right!
Come on. Come on.

Concentration!
Concentration is the game!

All right.
Forget this. Forget this.
Let's go out.

- Yeah?
- No, I'm grounded.

Your mom's working all day.
She'll never know.

- No. No.
- Hey.

- Oh. Whoa.
- Wild thing, slow down.

Let's go to the quarry.
Yeah.

- Yes.
- No, guys, just let me
change the music.

Hey. No.

Oh, my God.
You okay?

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You okay?
I didn't feel anything.

Come here.

- One of you get a towel
for her right fucking now.
- Oh, my God.

What did she say?

Why would she say
something like that?

Thirty miles to Memphis.
You been to Graceland?

No?

You gotta go once in your life.

See the Jungle Room.

Stay at the Heartbreak Ηotel.

My dad thought Elvis
was the devil.

Hoover thought he was
a national security threat.

Like minds.

We've been in touch with him.

Your dad.

I haven't.

I know.

Six long years.

Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

Fries?

No.

Ηe's worried about you.

He's worried about...
what their friends
will think.

That their good little
Princeton girl was shacked up
with a poor, brown Saudi...

and planning to give
their beloved U.S.
the "fuck you" it deserves.

Do you realize
how serious this is?

You could end up with
the death penalty.

What do you care?

Why are you here anyway?
Τhe F.B.I. could have
delivered me.

That would have been
standard, right?

I thought
we'd understand each other.

Why?

You were isolated growing up.

Right?

Well, there was
the compound community.

If you like
immoral businessmen.

So you went outside the walls.
You found Faisel.

And then it was okay.

There was something
good there.

But then my father
saw us one day...

riding that horse.

Ηis princess cavorting
with a local brown boy.

Aileen,

is Faisel the reason
you were shipped off
to boarding school?

What do you know about it?

More than nothin'.

I married a brown girl.

You should eat.

E.Τ.A. 12 hours.

Think about
what you want, Aileen.

Hey.

I'm sorry.
We were there forever.

ls everything okay?
Nineteen stitches.

Jesus.

Good night, guys.
Do you need help, hon?

No.

You okay?

I don't know.

Everything's just so--

Fucked up?
Complicated.

Yeah.
Dana's like this surly stranger
in my house.

I don't even know where
she went. Ηow did she go from
my adorable, loving baby to that?

Were you adorable
and loving
when you were 16, Jess?

You and Brody having it out.

And now he's gone--
I have no idea where.

Chris is still aces.

I just want things
to be simple again.

Hey.

I miss you.

Mom?

Coming, sweetie.

Chris wants you.
I heard.

Τhanks for watching him,
and thanks for
fixing the door.

No problem.

Does it hurt?

Yeah.

How about you?

Yeah.

I think we all
need to give peace
a chance around here.

You know what would help
with that?

If you stayed away from us.

There's no place for my dad
when you're here, Mike.

Soft Jazz ]

- Hungry?
- Thirsty.

Me too.

We're not doing that.
No.

No.

Sorry.
No, I am.

Jesus.

I feel like
a terrified teenager.

I know. I know.

Well, shit, I'm just gonna-
I'm just gonna ask.

Will you go to
the prom with me?

Do I get a corsage?

Wrist or pin-on?

Actually,
I'll take a nosegay.

l-I don't even know
what that is.

It's a kind of bouquet
from medieval times.

ls that right?
Yeah.

Pre-shower, pre-soap,
they would
carry them around...

to mask
the unpleasant smells
of the time.

Τo keep their--

their nose gay.

I know these things.

Are you still thirsty?

Not at all.

Do you want to stop?

No, I just want to live here.

For a second.

Issa?

Issa, where are you,
goddamn it?
Hey, hey, hey. It's okay.

It's okay.

Shh.
Hey. You're with me.

Issa, no!
You're-- You're with me.
You're with me.

You're with me.

What happened?
You're safe.

You're not there.
Everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

Where are we?

Calliope, Indiana.

I grew up here.

There were
four Jewish families.

My dad was
the local druggist.

The nearest synagogue
was three hours away.

So we'd come here.

You're religious?

My parents were.

Commerce brought 'em here,
even though the community
didn't want us.

And they gave me
strict orders...

not to assimilate.

Can't be
on the baseball team.

They start the game
with a Christian prayer.

You can't sing
Christmas carols.

When the other kids
stand to sing,

you sit at your desk
with your hands folded.

Respectful.

But silent.

Being a dutiful son,
I did precisely
as they asked.

Happily?

What do you think?

I was a kid.

I just wanted to play ball.
I wanted to be in the pageant.

I'd gladly say their prayers,
sing the songs.

I just wanted to not be alone.

Man, I hated this place.

It's the reason
I was different.

Strange.

Isolated.

Τhey fuck you up.
Ah.

Yeah.

Gotta get going.

Agents await.

I don't know what happened
to you, Aileen.

I don't know how you went from
one more angry teenage girl to
joining the fucking jihadists.

And if your issues
are truly geopolitical,
then I can't help you.

I think you wound up here
because you fell in love
with a boy.

And he's gone now.

Well, that's a heartbreaker.

I want to get you
through this as best I can.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm good.

So, I know we have oatmeal,

maybe frozen O.J.,
but no Yorkshire Gold out here
in the sticks, sorry.

What?

Knowing my dad, we're probably
looking at Folgers.

And I'm not kidding.

Ηow do you know
the tea I drink?

I don't know.

You probably had it at Langley.

I'm gonna
get some wood.
I'll be right back.

So what's the trouble
at home?

Nothing much.

Just the love of my life
walking out my door.

For good?

I hope not.

'Cause I can't imagine
being that lost.

What happened to his body?

Raquim.

It's probably
in an Ohio morgue.

Ηe'd want a Muslim burial.

Well, if no one claims him,

he'll be buried
in a potter's field.

Estes.

David, it's me.
We have a deal with Aileen.

- She talked?
- We need someone up
on the roof of that house...

under the flight path now.

- What did she tell you?
- Well, she doesn't have
the full story.

Τhey were just told to buy
the house, go about their
business till a visitor arrived.

Which he did on Monday.

She get a name?

No. But he was American.

She's sitting with
a sketch artist right now.

Guy didn't say a word.
He went right to the roof.

- And he spent
over an hour up there.
- Doing what?

Τhat's what
we gotta figure out.

All right. We'll get Galvez
up on the roof right away.

Ηi.

I didn't drink tea
at Langley.

What?

Yorkshire Gold.

That wasn't just a lucky guess.

Why does that matter?

Were you watching me?

I don't know what you mean.

I mean did you spy on me?
You are a spy, right?

Brody--

That's why we ran into
each other at the support group,
isn't it?

Why you slipped me your number
in case I ever need to
ask anything?

No, you're wrong, Brody.

Don't fucking lie to me,
Carrie!

It was my job.

It is my job.
Oh, so you're still spying.

I'm working.
I'm always working.

On what suspicion?

Tell me, goddamn it!

Shit.

You looking for this?

Abu Nazir's bomb maker told me
an American prisoner of war
had been turned...

and he was coming home
to carry out an attack.

And you believed this?
He told me minutes before
he was executed.

So?
So he was my prisoner.

I interrogated him
for months.

Ηe was cooperating at the end.
Τhere-- Τhere was no reason
for him to lie.

And you think I'm that P.O.W.?

There's no one else
it could be.

You're telling me
the fucking C.I.A. thinks
I'm working for Al-Qaeda?

I think you're working
for Al-Qaeda.

What about the gun, Carrie?

Bears? Intruders?

We just keep it
in the cabin.

Mmm. Plus, you never know
when a terrorist
might darken your door.

I never said terrorist.
I said "turned."

If that were true--

If any of this were true,

wouldn't I just
kill you right now?

Not if you're playing
the long game.

Ask me anything.

What?

There's the gun.
Hold it to my fucking head,

and ask me anything
you want to know.

I'll show you
how wrong you are.

Afsal Hamid.

What about him?
Did you slip him a razor blade
in the safe house?

Ηow could I do that?
Answer the question.

No. But I wish I had.

And I hope he bled slowly...

and died in a lot of pain.

Who's Issa?

Where'd you hear that name?
Who is he?

Ηe was my guard.
He was nice to me.

What goes on
in your garage?

In my garage?
You said ask anything.

I take the trash bins
in and out.

Fix a bicycle sometimes.

Why do you go there
so late at night,
so early in the morning?

Τo pray.

What is that?

What? Nothing.
No, it's not nothing.

It's a habit--
when I don't have
my prayer beads.

You're a Muslim?

Yeah.

You live in despair
for eight years, you might
turn to religion too.

And the King James Bible
was not available.

Why did they kill Walker
and not you?

You asked me that
in the debrief.
Yeah, and you were evasive.

- It doesn't matter.
- I'll decide that.

- You don't need to know.
- I need to know everything.

I killed him.

Okay?

I killed him.

They told me
to beat him to death...

or be killed myself.

And so I did it.

And I vowed to never tell
another living soul.

Who told you to kill him?

Abu Nazir.

So you did meet him.

Yes.

You lied to us
about meeting one of
the leaders of Al-Qaeda?

- That's right.
- You want to explain that?

I was embarrassed.

Ashamed.
Why?

Because
he offered me comfort,

and I took it.

And you became his follower?

A soldier in his jihad?

No.

No. Jesus.

Don't you understand
anything I'm telling you?

I'm not made of that stuff.

I'm no hero.

I had nothing to give.

I was broken,
living in the dark,
for years,

and a man walked in.

And he was kind to me.

And I loved him.

Ηello?
Galvez, you up there?

Affirmative. I've searched
every square inch.

No weapons, no tools-
nothing.

So what's this guy doing
up there for an hour?

Well, it's pristine, I'll tell you that.
Would have expected
some bird shit and whatnot.

He cleaned his work space.

I guess.

Okay.

Face the airport, Galvez.

We're looking for direct
line-of-sight targets.

Now what do you see?

Τhere's a bunch of
airport hotels.

Uh, a control tower
maybe half a mile out.

And how about further?

You got binoculars?
Yeah.

Okay, Τerminal B
is about a mile away.

Air France, Ηangar 30.

- And what is that?
- It's small.
Has a helipad out front.

Any signage?

Uh, "Reserve M-1."

Marine One.

That's a landing pad
for Marine One.

Oh, shit.

A mile is well within
a sniper's range.

An expert sniper.
An American military sniper.

David.

Send me
Sergeant Brody's picture.

Brody? Why?

So Aileen can look at it.

So we done here?

Well, you have an answer
for everything.

But you still don't believe me.

I know an American P.O.W.
was turned.
It has to be you.

- I'm leaving.
- No. We're not finished.

Yeah, we're finished.
If you want to arrest me,
you can come to my house.

- No. Brody!
- Or maybe you want to
shoot me now.

Brody!

Saul.

We were wrong about Brody.

- What-- What do you mean?
- A P.O.W. was turned.

But it wasn't him.

l-I don't understand.

Aileen just I.D.'d Τom Walker,

the other soldier
captured with Brody.

Tom Walker died.

No. Ηe's alive.

He's the terrorist.

Shit.

Brody. Wait.

l-I was wrong.

l-I made a terrible mistake.

Don't you think
I don't already know that?

I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.

This weekend, this time
that we spent together--
it was real.

The parts that--

that we both--

The important parts.

Hey, Carrie.
Fuck you.

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